Mike looked around the sparse apartment he had rented. He would have preferred to be back home in his own country house but the soft little redhead named Patty that he had married was there and he could not go home.
Things don't always work out as planned.
Plus he was so completely pissed off at her that even thinking about it put him into a rage.
Mike now knew had been had, completely and totally. He had snapped up the bait like a hungry Bass at a baby bullhead.
He went over to the tiny fridge and grabbed a can of economy beer, popped the top and took a sip.
How beer in a can can get that skunky taste was beyond him, but this crap sure did taste like that.
It seemed like everything he did, everything he touched lately was either shit or quickly turned to shit.
And it all started with his meeting that god damned fucking redhead!
Tipping his can of beer back, he picked up the papers. Patty had also filed for a divorce, citing his being "brutal and out of control" and demanding an "equal and fair division of marital assets."
How long had the marriage lasted, a few months?
Mike sighed and plopped down in the lumpy easy chair, tried to kick his feet up, but the chair lever wouldn't lock.
"Fuck! Just FUCK!" He exploded in rage, throwing the can at the wall. It hit and exploded in a spray of foam and rolled across the floor.
"Hey, hold it down over there, asshole!" The guy in the next room yelled.
Mike stood up and thought for a moment of going over there and fucking the guy up, then he sat back down.
The vision of locking his fingers around Patty's throat and squeezing slid into his mind, then the way her body was, the crazy way she made love poured over that.
He hated her, but the idea of her, the way she was still gave him an erection.
His brother Martin had been right.
Mike was out of his fucking mind.
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It all started because of some eggs and hash browns. That was all Mike wanted, he was hungry.
He asked his brother Martin who was his partner to take over the pumps of the gas station they owned, he was going to go get something to eat.
Like most men living by themselves, breakfast was a sometimes thing, usually he was running on coffee all morning at work, then he would try to find a few minutes to sneak away and eat something.
Barely 31, Mike still had the energy of youth but his lousy lifestyle was beginning to take it's toll. The hard work of running a business did keep him somewhat in shape, and now he nearly always had some cash in his jeans.
Mike and Martin got along pretty well, Martin had spent years in the Marines and never really wanted to talk about any of that much.
Something had happened though, Martin came home half again bigger than when he left, and his manner was much more quiet than before. The kid that left home came back almost completely different, Mike tried a few times to ask him about all of that but without fail he was met with a look that let him know that was off limits.
But now that Martin was back home, he and his wife had settled down, had two kids and seemed happy. Martin's wife Tina was a tiny little thing, always a smile on her face. Mike knew that Martin was happy with her, and unlike Mike, Martin showed no interest in the solid string of females that came in for fuel or service.
Mike looked though, and sometimes he managed to catch one for a brief period. Martin just shook his head at Mike's antics, a few times telling him that he needed to pick one and settle down.
Mike never did go into the service, instead he had spent the last decade playing the field, looking for something and never appearing to ever find it.
Hooking up as partners and trying to make a go of the business world was good for both of them, the income was steady and solid, now Mike had a dab of money. He had even put money down on ten acres of land with an old farm house and barn on it.
With Martin's solid direction Mike had stopped bouncing from one dead end job to another.
"OK. Hey, try that joint on 39th and Everett, that old lady that runs the place puts on a pretty good spread." Martin told him as he headed out the door to serve a customer.
Mike had driven by there but never stopped, normally he went to the pancake place father down by the freeway exit.
He hopped into his white 1966 Chevy Nova and pulled off the lot. Martin had helped him pull the little inline six cylinder engine and swing the 375 horsepower 327 inch V-8 in there. It had big wide tires on the rear, two four barrel carbs, shiny wheels, and no one could miss him coming down the road due to the large 3" dual exhaust system.
Sure, it was a kid's car but Mike liked it, and he really liked the fact that all he had to do was tease the gas pedal and all hell would break loose.
"Good thing we own a gas station!" Martin had wise cracked as Mike rolled back onto the lot after the first test drive, a big grin on his face.
The machine made him feel like a kid, too. Mike wanted to be a kid, getting older was something he had plans on putting off as long as possible.
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"Hell, why not try the tiny little cafe?" Mike thought. He was starving and the place was less than a half mile, closer than the pancake joint. He had seen it many times since it was right there on his route to work, it was small and didn't look like much.
But the parking lot was always jammed, that's usually a pretty good sign.
Mike sat down at the counter, there were four tables in there and all of them were full. The two stools on the end were vacant, so he took the very end one. He could see an old woman that looked to be about 70 or so in there cooking, every couple of minutes she shoved a plate up on the counter between the kitchen and the room and rang a little bell.
Mike snickered to himself at that, hell, she was maybe six feet from the waitress, why the bell?
"Sara! Order up!" The old woman called out.
A pretty young woman went over and grabbed an armload of plates and went over to one of the tables. Mike checked out her ass when she bent over the table to set down the order.
Not bad at all, he thought.
"Patty! If you are done with your break, I could use a hand out here!" The one Mike took to be Sara yelled towards the back as she returned for more loaded plates.
Mike looked up as the redhead came around the corner.
His breath caught in his throat.
"Need a menu, honey?" She looked at him through round wire frame glasses. Her eyes were a deep blue green, her hair was every color of red and brown there is, hanging in waves clear to her shoulders. And Freckles! Freckles everywhere, even on her round face. Her lips were full, almost like she was pouting, she had that slight sway to her back that exudes sexuality, the slacks she wore showed her perfect curved behind.
The picture was not one of a woman that was pretty, not in the classical sense, rather the entire picture created something else.
That something else was sex!
Mike sat there with a stupid look on his face, a full blown erection creating a nearly instant bulge in his pants.
Even though he was still young at barely 31, no female had ever caused any reaction in him like that before, not almost instant.
"You OK, sweetie?" She smiled, it was almost a smirk. The look on her face made it clear that she knew exactly what his reaction was.
